And so it came to pass that the copying and the pasting of the posting of the writing, as it did appear thus far in this thread, was done. And the FSM looked down, and His Great Noodly Appendages did quiver with saucy delight. And he did proclaimeth: "Cool. So Far, So Good." Thus spake Our Lord in Marinara.

It was proclaimed throughout that Boards of His Holy Discussion that the Divinely Inspired Writing should not cease, but rather should continue, for to Him, it is most pleasing. And yea, His humble galleyscribe Solipsy did toss and turn upon the seas of the keyboard at all unreasonable hours, and did gather the writings of the inspired, and did organize them and nit-pick them, but not without permission, and did seek to credit them, and will be in touch with the writers of them if any questions ariseth, and doth encourage said writers for to do the same.

There is a simple formula for proverbs, if one reads more than about thirty of them, as I did when I was a traveling speaker and spent some hotel time reading Gideon's for entertainment... the formula is this:

The Deity likes that which is good, and dislikes that which is bad. Alternately, "good things are good, and bad things are bad" ie: a wise man has great wisdom, but a fool will utter foolishness. seriously. that's repeated in one form or another about six hundred times...And, the more inane or indecipherable they are, the better. About one in 500 proverbs from that other book actually makes any sense or isn't simply a restatement of an obvious fact, so have at it.

They are quite easy to invent:

The Flying Spaghetti Monster looks with favor upon the saucy, but shall withhold his blessed beer volcano from the dry.

His Noodlyness blesses not the deniers of Global warming, but shall make pirates plentiful to those who have been touched.

Arrrrrr, it is revealed and to be held holy that two meatballs exist, but three meatballs shall garner the wrath of His Appendage.

"Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow." - Kay, Men in Black

Our Pasta which art in marinara, delicious be thy name. Thy plate has come. Thy will be eaten in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily serving. And forgive us our occasional overcooking, as we forgive them that take seconds before us. And lead us not into cleaning. But deliver us from weasles. RAmen.

"FSM answered, "It is written: 'Man does not live on bread alone, but on every pasta that comes from the mouth of me"

"A feast is made for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but pasta answereth all things"